Qeya River dignity broke the fall.

It took a moment for Frost to calm himself back down, which was made easier by the bear's sudden proximity. He stilled as the big, scarred nose slipped near his fur and moved away again, watching with wide, curious eyes. It was such a familiar move that it was comforting, and once again he was comforted by the power and protection that seemed to radiate from the huge beast.

"Whitebark Stream," he said, answering three of her questions in one. As for how far he'd walked, he shook his head to indicate he wasn't sure. He hadn't been paying attention as he'd been too focused on the trail he'd followed.